Mercy

Mercy watches her friend's father sit too close to her friend's father's little sister and she tells her friend in bed that night, your dad, your dad, he was too close, he was too close to your baby sister. When her friend ignores her, she never forgets. Years later, she finds out her friend's father was molesting her little sister, and Mercy can't ever forget that feeling, like dying on the inside, what it feels like to compromise your self for another person.

It is fall and football season and Mercy hates the nostalgia. She is sitting in front of the mirror of the vanity her grandfather had left her in his will, a cherry vanity and a louis vuitton trunk that was worth money, that she kept shoes in at the end of her bed. She was trying out different looks from a magazine, the arched eyebrow here, the square eyeshadow here, blocks of color, blocks and blocks of color. She would line up her eyeshadows in order of color, to create a spectrum, she needed everything in view so she could decide. Most of the time she didn't even wear makeup, she just bought makeup and gazed lovingly at it. She wanted to simply watch her things.